Lá Bealtaine [open thread, come one come all]

[Samael]

Beltaine is a holiday among those in the calendar that would, of course, be considered rather Bacchanalian in nature and content. Eating, drinking, being marry and throwing one's carnal inhibitions to the wind are practically part of the itinerary for most Beltaine events. Thus, one would imagine that it's a no-brainer to see Children of Gaia present. And indeed, to be sure at least one a child of Unicorn makes her appearance known, showing up a bit too early to be considered "fashionably late" and yet too late to be on-time.

She had found out about it through her uncle, who mentioned it as a place where she could get introduced to some of the local Sept members...since, he noted with a slightly pointed tone, she had failed to get herself out there. Keisha countered that she had been a bit busy getting herself settled in and registering for her sociology classes at UC-Denver to start socializing. Still, she agreed with him as she stocked the frankincense in said uncle's little occult shop off the beaten path in Denver. Beltaine would be a perfect opportunity for her to start meeting people.

The Gaian does not cut a particularly intimidating figure as she walks up to the farm, having parked a ways down the road. Enough people were going to be there and taking up parking space; she doesn't mind walking. The first thing anyone would distinguish about her profile as she walks up the road is the staff. Six feet long (which is six inches taller than Keisha herself) and made of white oak, the ends of the staff are capped with metal and a wrapping of leather is just a little bit down from each cap. It is held in her right hand as she walks along. It doesn't appear as if she needs it for mobility purposes; she's walking fine on her own.

It takes Keisha a bit longer than she expected to get up to the gathering, and the light mocha skin has the faintest beginnings of a sheen of sweat. The Gaian normally dresses in a contemporary manner; she's a teenager of the modern era, after all. For Beltaine however she goes more traditional...because if you can't be traditional on one of the Sabbats, when can you? Granted, when we're talking about May Day, "traditional" isn't synonymous with "conservative" and while she doesn't dress to impress, she's not wrapped head to toe in a ceremonial robe either. It's a simple, long, double scoop tank dress with a large, full ruffle that curls a bit at the edge, made of hemp and organic cotton that is dyed the color of green apples. Knee-length soft leather boots, laced up through eyelets on the side of them, complete the outfit.

Her dark auburn dreadlocks are hanging loosely and she sweeps them back with a single motion of her hand as she comes up, sliding the military surplus-style backpack off her shoulder. With a few words of greetings to the hosts, a quick introduction and thanks for having her, she opens up the backpack and withdraws her contributions to the gathering:

* A single red wildflower to add to whatever flower collection is present to celebrate the birth of summer
* A couple of bottles of cinnamon wine--because, as her uncle had wryly noted, "You can never have too much to drink for Beltaine."

With those placed in their appropriate spots, Keisha sets the mostly-empty backpack out of the way behind the food tables. She smiles a little when she hears Sam and Calden's exchange, including Sam's question about what it looks like.

"Let me know when you find out. Never seen it before, but I know what's in it so I'd rather just avoid it." She gives a slightly rueful look at the tables, realizing that she probably should have brought something vegan if she'd wanted such as a food option. One cannot subsist on alcohol alone, no matter how hard some people try.